It’s better to not imagine help, when you know you’re on your own.
She is not from there, and does not belong in their minds. So they try to be patient when she stalks up, skirt shuddering in the breeze, and smiles, leaning forward to peek in the stroller.
‘Oh, I could just eat him up!’ she says hoping to be cute. Their horrified stares evidencing failure. The dark lady watches as the couple hurry away from her, her lunch’s cries disappearing on the wind.